I'm haunted by loneliness because all the many vicissitudes of seasons. Nothing stands steady, nothing firm so far in this perishable universe. The on again off again continuity of lethargic nostalgia reminds me of sins I have committed to myself. May the Sun shine on beauty hiding the profane decor. May the life deliver me from the excruciating affliction. Only is there a zigzag stairs, I dare not climb as a trespasser, in a person's mind full of riddles and puzzles leading to the neverland. I've been insisted not to be too judgmental for I know the impregnable conundrum of cerebrum can never be deciphered! I, notwithstanding, wouldn't have crawled through darkness inasmuch there have already been too much light, had I been left with the sheer timidity of aloneness. I loathe light for everything is religiously naked out there, and because it burns my insight. I don't want to be blind even though I don't want to behold. Letting everybody have choice on their own doesn't necessarily refer to freedom whereas I know, freedom is not slavery to thyself.